Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

From heav’nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine...

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven’s great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.

There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

Secret fates Guide our states Both in mirth and mourning.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine....

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!

A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.